When death did pass
By me I swear
I saw my reflection
Sitting there
Then death, or I, did
Speak to me
That I should come
Aboard with thee
I climbed the carriage.
Yes, its true,
Because I knew not
What to do.
I smiled gently and
Laughed a bit
For death, I thought,
Would be less quick.
The carriage stopped
Again, you see.
I turned to look
At Death or me.
But when I looked,
I saw instead
My life, my past
Before the dread.
I saw the things
I loved the most.
I looked, through tears,
For Death, my host.
I could not find
Death anywhere.
All I could do
Was sit and stare.
I watched with
memories of delight.
And regretted much
My hasty flight.